It has been said that life is hard, and it's harder if you're stupid. I walked down to the waterfront again today, to capture the same set of images that I did yesterday. That part of the objective was successful. I failed to check that the scan your badge turnstile gates were working to allow me ready access back to my automobile for the commute back home. They were not powered up, a fact that was painfully obvious had I taken a moment to check the lights (a red one and a green one) that indicate the turnstile is open for your return through the secured area. The red one was ominously dark, and that little oversight on my part cost me quite a bit (based on recent history anyway) of unplanned walking.
The lesson observed was to check the power by ensuring that the red light is lit. All that aside, I was successful in accomplishing the initial goal, and the bit of extra walking gave me a chance to cogitate a little more that I'd planned. The first thing I noticed about the photos is that I was correct in assessing that the work is wrapping up on the new pier. I was incorrect about the number of slips being constructed, and I suspect that there are much more ambitious plans than just servicing water taxis. By my count there are spots for about 42 boats on the new piers with lengths up to 24 feet. I never would have imagined five weeks ago that this was the plan. I still can't find any obvious news about this construction project based on a quick Google search.
I also determined that I've gotten a little soft over the intervening weeks. The temperature wasn't too intemperate at a balmy 48 degrees, and the rain, such that it was, came in more like a light mist than a gully-washer. Rory Conlan is fond of saying that "physical discomfort is only important if your attitude is wrong." I may have some work to do in that regard because I could have done without the liquid precipitation, hovever light.
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| Anacostia Sunset |
Aside from the scale of the project being beyond what I imagined, I felt an even more acute sense of restlessness due to the "end of the boot" that's coming up on Thursday. I am going to have to make a conscious effort to ease back into the walking because I really have missed the activity backed by mindfulness that the practice engenders.
Fortunately, I was able to conduct a little test because of my failure to notice the lack of power to the turnstiles. I trundled along at a bit less than a mile in order to find an operable gate. Though still in the notorious boot, I felt pretty good, so I'm hopeful that the transition to my walking shoes will be uneventful.
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| Anacostia Evening with the USS Barry |
Tomorrow is a new day, and I look forward to what the universe will serve up.
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